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Dear God

I don't dispute the fact that you are the creator
So I believe you are the qualificator
In my daily despair I look up to you because I am taught you are the consolidator
I know I may, in my grievances seem an exagerator
I am raised in the knowledge that you made all men
So are you also the maker of all women
This is the plight of me since then
Vulnerable as I am,sometimes tempted to ask when
If we are created equally as I am taught
And fullness in the oneness of God as in the son we are bought
Permit me dear God to give it a thought
For in knowledge and wisdom you have in your holy books that we have sought
Forgive me God, if I turn to ask you questions
Or better still as a mere man make suggestions
And if as a man I express my dissatisfactions
Do hold me still, for I may in my hopelessness create factions.
To be continued......
Excerpt from #MadeInHeaven
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